At three o'clock this afternoon Evelyn Wastneys died. I am Evelyn Wastneys, and I died, standing at the door of an old country home in Ireland, with myhands full of ridiculous little silver shoes and horseshoes, and a Paris hat onmy head, and a trembling treble voice whispering in my ear: -"Good-bye, Evelyn darling-darling Thank you-thank you for all you havebeen to me Oh, Evelyn, promise you will not be unhappy "Then some mysterious hidden muscle, whose existence I had never beforesuspected, pulled two little strings at the corners of my mouth, and my lipssmiled-a marionette smile-and a marionette voice cried jauntily: -"Unhappy? Never Why, I am free I am going to begin to liv
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